The Thinness of Ideals
Accidental impulses
draw us together
like the glimpse of a smile
in December rain
locks stinging vowels
into rivers of cadence.
I watch your tongue
flick between teeth;
tasting the air,
aching
for pheromones
and I wonder
at the sweetness
of a corrupt helix
threaded with steel
and a heart
blossoming with pain.
3 comments:
Lovely and poignant.
Thank you :)
touching x
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